It's early 2012 and I'm playing The Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion. Why? Because I (finally) can. Join me on my path to glory and the stabilization of the status quo in almost-Tolkien-land.
We spawn outside the
monastery at Chorol and a dark-elf seeing this comes running towards
us. We have a fairly long conversation about how we must go into the
monastery quickly as there are assassins about who killed the head of
the place already. After confirming this for about two minutes we
rush into the chapel, killing an assassin in armor who, much like
the guys who killed the Emperor reverts into a red-hooded corpse
after dying. The Blade head-honcho is alright but has, of course,
left the royal amulet in his room. We rush there only to find that
it is gone and the assassins now have it. Should've left it with me,
really.
At this point it is
decided to bring Martin to the secret fortress-temple of the Blades
in the mountains and that I should take the dead priors horse. See, I
told you buying one would've been a waste of time. But then, so is
this. After all, with the fast-travel-system, why would I need a
horse. Are there any special combat techniques that can be used while
mounted? I don't know. We saddle up and I hit fast-travel again as
I've been playing for hours by now.
The secret temple-fortress
is not all that far away from the nearest town so I don't know how it
can be that secret but its most important attribute seems to be that
it is easily defended with a small number of fighters, or so
head-honcho chief of the GeStaPo-SwissGuard-Samurai tells me.
Alright, I guess. While he is holding a speech in the courtyard of
this suspiciously Chinese looking structure in a world where this
architecture is somewhat displaced I run around not listening,
checking the area. I'm a bit fed-up with these pretentious fools of
people wearing European plate-mail, one-handedly wielding katanas and
operating above the law, sometimes in public, sometimes in secret. So
when they ask me to join them, of course I say yes. I want a sword
like that. Though their armory is lacking in everything else, Martor
feels like it is his duty to serve his future Emperor and thus
doesn't take more than one sword, even though they are probably worth
quite a bit when sold. I get my next task, which is to go back to the
capital and meet up with that asshole-guard who took the first katana
away from me. I check my quest-log and see that it pretends that I
haven't been to the vampire-basement at all so I guess I missed
something there. I decide that before going to the capital I must get
that quest done as I can turn it in with the half-orc in the capital
itself.
So I fast-travel back to
the ruined fortress. As I have killed everything between me and the
underground vampire-chamber I get there without issues and then
notice that yes, I can pick up a book that I read lying around. I
pick up the diary this time and Martor remarks in the quest notes that
the vampires son won't like this so much, being the child of a
monster and all. I agree but the truth must come out, mustn't it?
With my new weapon equipped I go into the chambers where I saw a
humanoid figure stalking around before and don't you know it, they
are still there. Turns out they are what the game identifies as
vampire-pilgrims, dark-elf looking women who cast some sort of
invisibility-spell upon themselves and then attack. They stand no
chance against the Blades newest recruit and I gather vampire-ashes
from their corpses. Maybe an alchemist will pay for this in the
capital. That would be a good point to sell the Daedra-hearts I have
collected too. I leave the fortress and fast-travel back to the
capital.
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